He used to sign his letters “Love always” then mid-way across the page, his first name in black ink; a giant “M” and the rest of it just looked like a wavy line with a dash that curved up, doubling back on itself and landing with a dot.
by Jessica Mora
Salt Petal, if you haven’t yet heard, is the tropical rock band that has been establishing themselves as LA’s Latin Dance pop darlings. Playing everywhere from major festivals to local venues, they win over their audience at every performance.
This is a public service announcement: This song is so terrible, it’s genius.
Crime Writers of Canada’s (CWC) rather long – shortlist – of nominees for the 2015 Arthur Ellis Awards announced last night in Toronto includes Margaret Atwood.
It took a chance meeting and a bizarre collaboration with the elusive Canadian musician Mary Margaret O’Hara to propel performance artist Sara Porter back to the stage after dealing with physical challenges, raising three young boys, and surviving a solid “six years of not dancing at all.”
This song is by Mary Margaret O’Hara. Renowned Canadian singer and songwriter. I’ve always been a big fan of hers. She couldn’t be here tonight, but she was actually here not that long ago. And sat right here, singing while I danced.
Louise Moyes has a rare ability to connect with perfect strangers and she does so frequently on her journeys to St. John’s from Montreal, taking in the scenery and the people along Newfoundland’s isolated south coast via the Lower North Shore of Quebec and into Labrador, and turns those conversations along the way into pieces of art for the stage.
For a brief moment he burned brighter than any other star in the neo-expressionist universe.
by Richard Crouse – Toronto, Ontario, Canada
A few years ago I hosted some events at Fan Expo in Toronto. In between shows I sat in the greenroom, usually with my face buried in a newspaper or a book. One afternoon as I sat reading I felt someone come sit at the table with me. They didn’t say anything and I didn’t look up. It was so crazy busy on the floor; everyone was enjoying the relative tranquility of the greenroom and staying to themselves.